And finally, a wafer thin mint.
You’re in luck - here’s the Lord Mayor.
You’re all drunk! It’s disgusting! Out! Come on, out!
Ram’s Bladder Cup: only the choicest juicy chunks of fresh Cornish Ram’s bladder, emptied, steamed, flavoured with sesame seeds, whipped into a fondue and garnished with fresh lark’s vomit.
There are some who call me…Tim…
… and now for something completely different.
That’s not funny! Get out! You’re fired!
Listen, lad. I’ve built this kingdom up from nothing. When I started here, all there was was swamp. The king said I was daft to build a castle in a swamp, but I built it all the same, just to show ‘em. It sank into the swamp. So, I built a second one. That sank into the swamp. So I built a third one. That burned down, fell over, then sank into the swamp. But the fourth one stayed up! An’ that’s what your gonna get, lad: the strongest castle in these islands.
For me also it has been a pleasure. And that concludes our little skit.
No, no, we must import it all. Every bally drop. We are a gloomy people. It’s so crikey cold and dark up there, and only fish to eat. Fish and imported honey. Oh strewth!
It is a most elusive fish
How could anyone shoot himself and then hide the gun without first canceling his reservation?
Fourth floor… kiddies’ vasectomies…
Oh, 'e’s walking already!
Pretty strong meat there from Longueur who is saying, of course, that ultimately materialism, in this case the Webb’s Wonder lettuce, must destroy us all.
Well, obviously it’s not meant to be taken literally; it refers to any manufacturers of dairy products.
Punchline? I don’t think there’s a punchline scheduled, is there? Where are we? A week 39.4 no, it’s Friday, isn’t it-…39.7…Oh, here we are. Oh! Ha, ha, ha, very good. Ha, ha, ha, very good. What a good punchline. Pity we missed that. Still, never mind, we can always do it again. Make a series out of it. Now if you’ll just sign there, I’ll put this through to our contracts department and you should be hearing from them in a year or two.
The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king.
Well, I would destroy the lower classes, first with bombs and rockets destroying their homes and then when they run screaming into the streets, mowing them down with submachine guns. I know these views aren’t popular, but I have never courted popularity.
It’s tattooed onna back o’ their neck!